Everyday is an onslaught, I can't stop the rampage They bombard my inbox and dominate my landscape Some come from friends other ones come from fanbase They want something uncomplicated but it translates To minute after minute of simulated handshakes Diplomatic explanations that I can't make it On that particular [?] I hunt, [?] and click send until my hands ache And on the other hand, I can tell there's the same deal Send, reply, send, reply How's the brain feel? [?] when the messages reveal What percentage of my life was spent checkin' email God, I love these wireless devices but why're there So many eff'n wires in my life If it's wireless, how come I'm still insecure if I forget my charger, I mean umbilical cord
And how's it gotten so pathetic where I Fall asleep clutchin' to my phone like a teddy bear? Technology's great but parts of it aren't as cool Everytime I try to save, my startup disc is almost full I should probably buy another 150 gigabytes But meanwhile [?] empty trash, hope I did it right I'm not a Luddite but it is it really crazy That I, hope I'm not online when I'm 80? The wires make me furious, the gmail makes me go wild But do I have the courage to delete my Facebook profile? Of course not! Look at all the data I've acquired with it I have to have it everywhere I'm at because I'm wireless